"You're still about the only one that can get away with calling me Tommy?" It sounded patronizing yes but Thomas had learned to give Bash a bit of a break. Thomas tried not to look down at Bash's dripping hands, they looked infected but at the same time like he spilled some sort of concoction but by the look his face didn't want to talk about it.
"They've had me running from one wing to the next. I don't think I've even had a moment to cast one healing spell on my own patients."
Thomas looked down at his now cold coffee lifting it. "Want a cup? After you get that off of course, I think the washroom's empty."